Aria's POV
He looked at me like I'd just suggested something absurd, but he did it anyway. His eyes closed, his expression softening for just a moment.
The candlelight flickered across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. God, he was beautiful.
When he opened his eyes and blew out the candles, I had to shake myself out of my daze.
I served Elena and Andrew first, then turned to cut Damian a slice—except he'd already cut himself a massive piece.
I knew he didn't like sweets. I'd been prepared for him to politely decline.
But he ate every bite. Slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine.
"It's good," he said simply.
My heart did something complicated in my chest.
Elena and Andrew ate enthusiastically too, both of them beaming
